[ truthfully dabi was jealous of all that crap hawks was spouting. he knows he shouldn't be, though. what does he have to be jealous over? he shouldn't give a single shit about hawks or what he does in his own time. it's nothing that affects him.
and yet, there was something there.
for a while dabi used to care about his scars, his shirt never off unless he absolutely had to. with hawks, that lasted about a minute before he decided not to care, wanting the other man's hands on him more than any sense of self-consciousness. with the way hawks looks at him, the last of those thoughts flit away, even if it's all just a show. dabi can't think about that too hard right now.
hawks' body is more gorgeous than he'd like to admit as well, and he gets as much of his hands on him as he can, one sliding down his ass, the other trailing along his cock. ]
Yeah, I had a feelin'. You moaned like a slut when I pulled at your hair.
[he tilts his head as he speaks, letting hawks' tongue run across his scarred skin. he can't feel much of anything there anymore, but he still likes it.
for a moment he thinks hawks is gonna test his words and tug at his hair anyway, but the movement is slow and soft, just guiding his head to the side more than anything.]
...You can touch. I just don't like gettin' yanked around.
[he wonders if that's revealing too much. he doesn't want to talk about his private things, or his bad experiences. that's not why they're here. and yet still, hawks had asked, which is more than anyone's ever done.]
no subject
and yet, there was something there.
for a while dabi used to care about his scars, his shirt never off unless he absolutely had to. with hawks, that lasted about a minute before he decided not to care, wanting the other man's hands on him more than any sense of self-consciousness. with the way hawks looks at him, the last of those thoughts flit away, even if it's all just a show. dabi can't think about that too hard right now.
hawks' body is more gorgeous than he'd like to admit as well, and he gets as much of his hands on him as he can, one sliding down his ass, the other trailing along his cock. ]
Yeah, I had a feelin'. You moaned like a slut when I pulled at your hair.
[he tilts his head as he speaks, letting hawks' tongue run across his scarred skin. he can't feel much of anything there anymore, but he still likes it.
for a moment he thinks hawks is gonna test his words and tug at his hair anyway, but the movement is slow and soft, just guiding his head to the side more than anything.]
...You can touch. I just don't like gettin' yanked around.
[he wonders if that's revealing too much. he doesn't want to talk about his private things, or his bad experiences. that's not why they're here. and yet still, hawks had asked, which is more than anyone's ever done.]